

BinaryThat stench of thick fastened death A ribbon held tight toBinary
The wrist
A life Living in cross fire Crowds
Crowds The gold finger tips Cave in
As if I was the prize The grand trophy Flame of rage
And furry And the white hairs in between A brick wall
Move again another They want me for what I'm loved
But why? Have I been spinning gold in my sleep? The illness is choking
The parliamentary case The mouth seizures The car crashes
The tempest
Th


A-WayFear and angst Angst and fearA-Way
Circle around here In the dark
Raving about manically As if set free from a hungry cage
Free from order Free from form
Chaotic
Ambiguous
Pure gold cherub
A true state
The state I would like to Feel
Hear See
Me, I would like to be
Out of here Unlock the door
Let me in! Let me in! Without God
Without Sin Let me Win
Let My Loose Let me gain that bruise!
Let Me Choose! &nb


Attraction is DestructionWhen my head was buriedAttraction is Destruction
And blinded by my wants I ignored my needs I took the animals out to feed And this is something of myself I can't forgive
I broke my heart open For dissection
It was the most disgusting foul thing I have ever done Months have passed
And I've been feeding off nothing but my own blood
And hair Cursing the sun And fearing the moon Catastrophically trapped in this tiny room It gets more cramped each day
As I stack piles of brooding distress To the roof The morbid saturation my mind is oozed in  


FareldaFarelda: The Distress of a DamselFarelda
A splendid day for a picnic in the black forest when pleasant sunny weather like this is out, I sit with my royal entourage sipping the finest wine the kingdom can plunder and discuss all things in the way of soon to be marriage. It is not far away now that I shall be wed to, not just any old bird but the offspring of a godess! the daughter of the Lady of the Lake: Farelda.For 14 years the sweet soul has been locked in a tower guarded by a monstrous red dragon and it has became a well known fact that any kingdom that is able to obtain her via the damsel being married to
lost in pain

poem1 Feathered dark eyes and a long slope to velvet lips and snout, grotesquelypoem
expressive, nosing pockets for food.
The face, if white or black, skeletal,
bears the Impostor; his high head, mouth
foaming with effort or evil
or effort against evil, not
to follow
the reins.
2 The hair and musk
rise in the sun;
the path stretches dust
between the ears, goes on.
Then a knee and a heel, a rumbling through the ground
the rocking forward-thudding back, the timeless cantering to the end, the horizon and over.
Then over is a st
| Well. My name is Olivia. not Lindsay,its Lindsay as i fancy 'Lindsay Blake' as a pen name for myself,but not to sure really....well thats for the future to decide. I'm 15 almost 16.I live in Melbourne,Australia in the middle of a typically suburban waste land. |
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Break me, it's the game you play. Hate me us I turn away.
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welcome to the atrocity exhibition .
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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"For he who passes the gateways always wins a shadow, and never again can he be alone."
- H.P. Lovecraft, "The Book (A Fragment)"
the only good thing thats ever happened here is Nick Cave.
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welcome to the atrocity exhibition .
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"For he who passes the gateways always wins a shadow, and never again can he be alone."
- H.P. Lovecraft, "The Book (A Fragment)"
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